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KARNAK DAYS                        zi}
before the advancing wave of terrific heat and swarms of re-emerging insect and animal life, which appears in Southern Egypt at this season. Flies, mosquitoes, scorpions and snakes, not to mention other forms of life, reappeared in a temperature which devitalized humans but seemed to revitalize obnoxious creatures and insects. But the compensations of solitude, in one's studies, were ample enough to make sufficient amends for these things, whilst the heat never seemed to take the sharpness off the edge of my intellectual interests. Indeed, I found that one could make friends with the sun; \t was partly a matter of mental attitude. The moment you thought the sun was going to hurt or weaken you, doors were opened to admit such nurt Active faith in inner resources always called them up into tangible existence.
For me the advantage of my solitary tenure of Karnak was enormous. I could surrender myself to its stillness with recurring profit
The capacity for solitude is not encouraged in this jazzy epoch. The taste for silence is not fostered by this Machine Age. But, I believe in the necessity of a little withdrawal every day, a short period of silent solitary meditation. Thus one can renew the tired heart and inspire the fatigued mind. Life resembles a roaring cauldron nowadays, and men are drawn into it. With each day that passes, they become less intimate with themselves and more intimate with the cauldron.
Recourse to regular meditation yields abundant fruits from the obvious spiritual deepening. It bestows steadiness in the hour of decision, courage to live one's own life independently of mass opinion, and stability amid the hectic tempo of to-day.
The worst of modern life is when it weakens the powers of deep thought; in the insane haste of a town like New York man cannot sit down to remember that the inner life is being paralysed; he can only remember that he is in a hurry. Nature, however, is in no hurry—she took many million years to make this puny figure hurrying down Broadway—and she can well await the coming of that time when, with a calmer life and quieter activity, he will emerge from self-inflicted disaster and agonies to gaze into the deep well of divine thought which was buried beneath the noisy surface of himself and his environment.
Our physical senses own us; it is time we began to own our